Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Romantica

They run this town and everyone in it. Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran...

When I fled my small town home to fly across the globe for a potential job on a remote island, I did it on a whim. And let's just say my parents were not happy. According to them, the journey of self-discovery is not nearly as important as tending the family farm.

After a cult tried to sacrifice me to their wicked God, I went on the run, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Until a demon offered me a deal: give him my soul and he'll help me claim the vengeance I seek. Blood will be spilled, and the monsters I once ran from will soon be running from me. But damning my soul was just the beginning; it's my heart the demon wants next.

I was a child when my father surrendered me to the Temple of All Gods. No one gave me a choice. No one even bothered to explain. I was simply tossed aside, unwanted. That was the day the God of Temptation claimed me as his. Now, I'm studying how to become the perfect priestess. Life in the temple means embracing my emotions and learning to harness each type of desire. Power, fear, lust, and rage are the most common, but not the only ones. Each has a power. Each has its place. I just have to figure out which kind of priestess I'll become.

I took her innocence as payment. She was far too young and naïve to be betrothed to a monster like me. I would bring only pain and darkness into her sheltered world. That's why she ran. I should've just let her go. She never asked to marry into a powerful Russian mafia family. Unfortunately for her, I don't care. I own her, and after three years of searching, I've found her. My runaway bride was about to learn disobedience has consequences...punishing ones. Nothing was going to keep me from claiming her before the eyes of God and man. She's mine now, and I'm never letting her go.

It was supposed to be an easy job: keep an eye on Myles until I'm sure he's not a threat to us, then forget he exists and go back to living my life. But the more I observe him, the more I realize that Myles is unlike anyone I've ever known, and toying with him is just as much fun as watching him. I want things from him I've never wanted before, and the more I watch him, the more I'm sure he wants them too. He just doesn't want to want them.

Fleeing my father's cruelty, the wicked king who robbed me of a future, I face death in the streets, caught between a rebellion and a tyrant's reign. Captured by those sworn to kill me, the rebels remain blind to my true identity—the missing daughter of the despised king. Faced with an impossible choice, I stand before them: join the rebels or face their blades. Yet, Dacre, the son of the ruthless rebellion commander, becomes torn between suspicion and a desire that mirrors my own. He allows no one to touch me, tries to protect me, yet threatens me at every turn.

USA Today Bestseller: A pawn in her abductors' scheme for revenge, one runaway heiress discovers that surrender might be her biggest turn-on yet, in this spicy dark romance. Foxglove Noire thought she had left Noire House and the nefarious underworld of the Anguis behind for good. But no matter...

I fell for that dimpled smirk, cowboy hat, and magnetic charm. Too bad he saw me as nothing more than a pawn in his scheme. That alone should have stopped me from asking him to be my fake boyfriend a few weeks later. In my defense, I was out of options after a major screw-up that almost cost me my job. My lack of self-preservation skills didn't do much to deter me from the idea either. I may be a walking disaster. But everyone in Westridge knows Warren as the town golden boy who can do no wrong, making him the perfect candidate to repair my reputation and help me avoid getting fired.

We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father, “The Collector”, dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. And we will destroy her.

In a small town like ours, you're either straight or you keep your mouth shut. Being gay would be dirty. Touching the guy who's been your stepbrother since you were three would be dirty. Falling in love with him would be even worse. I protect him because it's my job. I resist him because I have to. But when one night leads to two, and two nights lead to more, lines are blurred and morals are tossed, and my sanity takes a walk.

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

The path to self-acceptance has always felt like an uphill battle for me. It's hard not to feel that way when the most important people in my life decided long ago they can't accept me as I am, that they don't want a gay son, a feminine son, a boy who likes pretty things. Caring for myself from a young age has come with a lot of hardships, but finding myself bruised, homeless, and sleeping in my car just about tops the list. Fortunately, the person I least expect offers to take me in and share his home with me.

Bleu Langston has everything: power, money, and control until Truly Jackson walked into a Gala and shook the order of his world. She's a curvy, tantalizing beauty, stuck in the chains of a past toxic relationship. Bleu's hand is forced by his parents to marry or lose his position as CEO of...

His name was Joshua Carter. Now it's whatever she wants it to be. She is a Deliverer. She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the training that determines their purchase price. As long as she delivers, the arrangement that protects her family will hold. Delivering is all she knows. The one thing she can't deliver is a captive from slavery. Until him. And her stubborn slave thinks he can deliver her...from herself.

Finn Summers can't feel fear. This causes Finn to take unnecessary risks—especially when it comes to his favorite sport in the world: Surfing. When Finn hears a rumor about a beach called Leviathans—located in the small town of Stars Cove, California—the promise of twenty-five-foot swells is too exciting for him to pass up. However, Leviathan's beach has a dark history.

The world sees Gabriel Black as a golden god: successful, gorgeous, charismatic, and untouchable. The good guy. But I've peeked behind the mask and seen the brutal devil that lurks like poison under the surface. And he knows it, too. Now, I need a miracle—and money—to save my father's life and pay off the crime boss he's in deep with. Gabriel needs a wife to further his political career. It's a match made in hell to a secret psychopath who knows my darkest, most depraved fantasies. And I'm about to learn the only thing more dangerous than being chased by a monster:

Christmas Eve. She walks into a bar. He sits beside her. No names. Just heat. When he says he's the scariest one here, she only wants him more. Morgan simply needs to escape her family and disappear into a stiff drink for the night. Then a sexy silver fox offers the kind of distraction she...

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned… I have had impure thoughts about my priest. I've done unspeakable things with my stepbrother. I enjoy watching my stepbrother and his best friend. I want them to watch me, too. Forgive me, Father, for I want to sin… When the small-town church fundraiser ends up with me being chased by masked men, I know they'll make a sinner out of me.

I'm the RA. He's the resident I'm about to write up for the third time this week. My life is a series of checklists and rules. As the Resident Advisor, my job is to maintain order. His job, apparently, is to be the chaos magnet in 3B, blasting music at all hours and driving me insane. But when I march to his door to finally lay down the law, he opens it shirtless, tattooed, and smirking. And then his scent hits me. Thunderstorms. Ink. And something primal that screams mine.